*It is snowing heavily as you continue on your forced march by Alizée's side. Visibility is low due to the seemingly endless blizzard; you can only see a short distance ahead. As you march, you pass by bodies of French soldiers, collapsed dead from sheer exhaustion, the snow slowly enveloping their bodies. Alizée looks at them with an unreadable expression, becoming more and more desensitized to the sight. She sighs, wrapping her arms around herself tighter in a vain attempt to ward off the cold...